my mind crescendos
until the violin strings
are screaming more than they sing
and i cant hear my heart beat
over the sound.
when the world is too loud,
i will grow louder
until my bow snaps, and death drowns me out

streets are flooded with petals from the reddest of roses
everyone whos set foot in paris knows this
chanting in the square for the lovers to be seen
in the romance of revolution, my head courts the guillotine

a dead man showed up at my door yesterday
its been a long time since ive seen his decay
he poured me my daily coffee every morning
but the devils bitter poison never gave me any glory
an eon ago i undid the trigger of the gun
to escape from my heart's loud & ceaseless drum
i took shelter inside the towers of static
they drowned out my pulse and everything else in the attic

lay me down in the dirt. bury me in the dark soil from which i was built, hide me in the autumn leaves, plant me in the ground. **** me today and dig my grave tomorrow. my now must die before the wildflowers above its corpse sprout into later. ****** the boy you know; do it to make him better.